That One Simple Word

Those are the words that Dexter lives by, but he kind of broke that rule. I did say kind of.

~This is for simplybarlarlar's Romantical picture, song, and outfit challenge.~

Submitted:Mar 7, 2012
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I'm a very neutral,
anemic type of guy. I don't have very many rules. I have one big
one though; never date a coworker, no matter what. It seems
simple enough and silly even.

But it began back
when I was just 13 years old, the age where you are starting to
like, like girls and find out who your 'real' friends are. That
was also the time that my parents' split up for good. All because
my father thought it would be right to have some fun with his
coworker lady friend. She ruined his everything when she found
out he was married, let alone the fact that he was not in fact
leaving his wife for her. My mother wanted a divorce once she
found out. She was always such an honest lady, I miss her
dearly.

My father on the
other hand went haywire. I haven't seen him since he got fired
from his job. I don't miss him very much either. But I do know
that I don't want to date a coworker anytime soon. Even though
I'm not married, it seems like it would super awkward to have to
see you ex every day.

I walk into my office
proudly. My job is something I love more than anything in the
word. Yeah, I'm that guy.

"Good morning Dexter.
Are you ready for the huge Goebbelmen party tonight?" Annette, my
coworker asks.

I simply just smile,
nod, and say "I am so ready. Are you bringing a hot
date?"

Annette is a very
sweet and shy type of girl. Sure, she is very attractive with her
tall, curvy frame, beach blonde hair, bright green eyes, and
perfectly suntanned skin. But she's my coworker and most of all,
not somebody I would go after. She needs a more romantic type of
guy. Not me. All of my ex's dislike me, but it's not my fault.
They were stupid enough to fall for my lovely charm and
handsomely good looks.

"Actually I am. We've
been out on a few dates so far."

"That's great
Annette. I'm happy for you."

She leaves my office.
I take a seat in my office chair and let out a sigh of relief.
That girl is a lot to take in. Especially in the
morning.

~

The day went by quite
quickly. Now it is show time. I am all fixed up in my new black
on black suit. I feel very elegant on a night like
tonight.

Who knows, maybe I'll
find a girl I can take home for the night?

I spot my boss out
the crowd. He has such unique features that it is not hard to
just stop and stare. That's probably why I can point him out so
damn well.

"Aw, the man of the
party, it's about time you got here," my boss Frank tells
me.

"Better late than
never Frank," I smile when I say this. I've always wanted to. My
eyes are now looking straight into the girls' standing by Frank.
She has light brown, almost blonde hair, the most beautiful,
sparkling blue eyes that I have ever seen. She is at least five
feet five inches tall and has flawless porcelain looking skin.
She nervously laughs. God she has a beautiful
smile.

Her name is Emily.
And we were "together" for a few months. She wanted more and I,
of course, didn't. But every time I see her it is like she's the
only girl in the world.

Tonight she's not
dressed as fancy as most of the people here. But damn, she looks
beyond sexy in her baby blue dress with red and pink flowers on
it, light brown boots with a belt in the same color around her
waist, a leather jacket also in the same shade of light brown, a
feather necklace around her neck, and a coin bracelet on her
wrist. Her hair is up on the side and looks perfect on
her.

"It's nice to see you
Dexter," her voice isn't the same. It isn't the sweet, bubbly,
and giddy voice I was used to hearing. It sounded more monotone
and insipid.

"It's always nice to
see you Emily."

Emily smiles weakly.
But it is still the smile that makes me weak in the knees. That's
when she turns on her heel and walks away from me.

I quickly follow
right after her. People are all over this place. At this point I
am pushing through people rudely. I finally make it to the
entrance. Emily is nowhere to be seen. Where the hell did she
go?

I continue to leave
the theater. All that's on my mind is Emily, but that's been
normal lately. You see, I broke my golden rule. Emily and I met
on her first day. She was making copies for Frank and I so
happened to be at the fax machine right next to the copier. We
began talking about anything and everything. Before we knew it we
were at her place shagging. We repeated that for two months. Two
whole months of just sex, sounds like a guy's dream right? After
a while I wanted to get to know Emily. I wanted to just have fun.
The sex was great, don't get me wrong, but I wanted more. But my
fears of commitment were too much for me to handle. On a cold
December night she asked me if we could become more than shag
buddies. I remember thinking yes immediately. But I said no
before I could control myself. I was too much of a pussy to
properly say yes. I sound like a pussy just thinking about this
right now.

Then it hits me, I
know where Emily is.

~

It was a random
daytime friend date thing. She invited me to hang out with her
and a few of her friends. At first I didn't want to go due to my
stupid fears. But I said yes because I couldn't say no to Emily.
We ended up going to this field. It was so beautiful and Emily
loved it a lot. That's where she told this was where she liked to
go to escape from the sadness and hatred of the world. She came
there to think.

This field wasn't too
far away from my apartment. The best part about this place is
that not very many people know about it.

I take off my black
jacket and pinstriped dress shirt. I'm in a plain white T-shirt
with my black slacks and dress shoes. It feels so nice to just
breathe and not be the boring Dexter.

"Emily, why did you
leave?" I ask her. She's sitting in front of me, her back to me.
Her hair is a little messier than when we were at the theater,
but everything is normal.

She turns stands-up
and turns to face me. There are tears running down her face, her
makeup is running as well.

"Please don't cry
Emily. I want you to be happy."

"I can't be happy,
I'll never be happy."

"Of course you can be
happy Emily."

She shuts her eyes
closed, hard, and tight. I can tell that she is fighting more
tears from falling.

"No, no I can't. It's
all your fault. I told myself not to sleep with you, but I did.
God we did so, so much. Each time you left I was so depressed. I
felt like you just saw me as a sex object. Of course I told
myself that I was crazy. And guess what happens, I am a fucking
sex object to you Dexter!" She's crying harder now.

"I didn't mean to
hurt you Emily. Honestly, I never wanted to hurt you. Sure, when
we first got together I thought it would be a onetime thing, but
it grew into something more. I'm sorry I said no. I regret it
every day, even if I try to not think about it. It's always in
the air to make me feel like an even bigger dick. Emily you're
the only girl that I want to hold, the only girl I want to go to
sleep with and wake-up next to each morning, you're the only girl
that I could ever dream of, the only girl I want to come home to,
the only girl I want to anything and everything with, Emily
you're the only girl that I love. I love you."

Even more tears are
falling down her face now.

"Please stop crying
Emily. You're making me fe-"she cut me off with her lips. They're
just as soft and perfect as I remember. My arms find their way
around her waist perfectly. I lightly lick her bottom lip, asking
for my entrance, and I happily get it. Emily smiles against my
lips. She puts her forehead against mine and we just look into
each other's eyes.

With that, she takes
my hands and lets me spin her around. Her dress flows with her.
She smiles and I'm weak in the knees again.

"I love you too. Now
say that one simple word," She wants me to make it
official.

"Yes," I say without
even having to think it over. "I want to be with you more than
anything."